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Tete shouted loudly, and the sound was like a negative beast.

He was indeed like a beast with a negative wound, and his left shoulder armor had been twisted and deformed by a blunt weapon. Fortunately, Tete unloaded his strength in time to escape the catastrophe of broken tendons. But when the left hand is used, it is not very powerful.

Tete's hood had long since flown away, revealing a bald head with a short stubble, and the tail of the money rat had become messy and ugly.

The armor was covered with blood, and I didn't know if it was my own or those of the Southern Army.

Around him, more than 100 Jurchen armored horsemen gathered, with Tete as the core, forming an array, fighting with all their strength. Three of the seven Puliyan were left to follow him, holding down the small array everywhere and directing the fight. These wolf bèi in the bitter battle of Puriyan are by no means inferior to Tete.

The other four Puliyan were either killed in battle with their own eyes, or they could not be found. With such a chaotic battle formation, it is estimated that the possibility of survival is extremely slim.

The Jurchen military horses on the north shore have been moving forward to clash and not move. It can only form such an array, and in turn resist the impact of the southerners' cavalry.

This difficult Cheng Dù of the defeated and crippled Southern Army has exceeded the highest estimate of the Jurchen warriors.

The south bank is defended, and the north bank is fought to the death. At the same time, the water rush. In the case that the Jurchen brigades on the north and south sides of the strait have made a lot of death. There will still be a large team of people and horses, and they will not stop transporting this Lan Shui!

How could this defeated army and horse escape? This must be the essence of the bones, souls, and backbones of all the military horses of this Southern Dynasty. As long as this military horse is completely defeated, there is no horse left to die at the water's edge. From here to the west. All the southern army will lose their courage and let the Jurchen warriors gallop across the country, just like after the battle of Hubu Dagang, the entire Khitan Empire no longer has the courage to resist!

The Jurchen warriors on the north shore gritted their teeth and nailed here. Resist the onslaught of these ever-increasing Song knights. And the dozen or so rafts of the Jurchen army on the Qilan water are also doing their best to transport troops to the north shore. These Jurchen armor riders who came ashore sporadically arrived on the shore. He also did not hesitate to urge Ma Zhi to join the battle formation.

Even if they couldn't join the war group, these Jurchen armored horsemen would form a ranger squad and harass the Song army outside. Force the Song army or separate the cavalry to fight against it. Or divide the infantry to form a formation. As long as it can slightly contain the onslaught of the Song army on the north bank, it will be considered a success.

Contain these Southern troops! When the south bank sweeps the ferry, then it is always possible to increase the number of troops to the north bank. At that time, these Southern troops were already on the back of the water. There will always be a weaker and weaker fight. Until the morale collapses, and finally cries and rushes into this water!

Although these Jurchen warriors have an extremely strong fighting spirit, in the face of these southern troops, they feel that it is so difficult to support!

These armored cavalry of the Southern Army are quite good in combat power. But it is not enough to see in front of these Jurchen warriors who have traveled thousands of miles, destroyed the empire, and experienced a hundred battles. Not to mention that the horsepower body has fallen to a fairly low level, and the impact power is naturally greatly reduced.

Normally. Opened the fight against these Southern Army armored cavalry, even if there is a numerical advantage, it is not a problem.

But now the Jurchen armor cavalry on the north shore has been entangled to death, and there is no room for retreat. And the front of the Southern Army's armored cavalry was gone. They went up again, and a team came up from the opposite shore, and they pounced on a team. The centaurs seemed to have red eyes, as if they were thinking of using their lives to fill up, to consume, and to consume them cleanly. Say whatever you say, you have to rush out of a way out!

The momentum of mourning is so terrifying!

Rows and rows of armored cavalry of the Southern Army collided with each other, and the horses under the crotch of each armor soldier were skinny, and their stomachs were desperately rising and falling when they ran, obviously they had exhausted their last bit of strength.

Every impact is a fierce collision between the two sides. The horses and soldiers were handed out like a forest, staggering and stabbing each other. The agile ones turned around and let go of the long soldiers of Rulin, and the ones who were a little sluggish were poked off the horse, and then they were trampled by countless horses' hooves.

As soon as the long soldiers are handed over, the two sides rush in, and they will immediately fight in a short battle! Iron hammers, cranes, hoes, iron maces, bones, and tribulus terrestris rise and fall, knocking on the hood, knocking on the armor, it is the tooth-aching metal collision and scraping, it is the dull sound of broken tendons and fractures, and it is an irrepressible scream!

After each wave of fighting, there was an extra layer of corpses on the ground, and the reins of the horses roared and scurried away. The bloody gas in the air was even thicker. In the end, this bloody qi seems to have condensed into a real thing, and in it, even the Jurchen warriors who have experienced a hundred battles feel that they are disgusting!

Another row of Southern Army armored cavalry rushed up from the front, fighting so hard that his eyes were already full of gold stars, and he was holding on to the extra strong with several wounds on his body. I saw that the first rider was a general with an iron shovel and a face full of vicissitudes, and the fish scales and fine armor on his body had been scattered and crooked in several charges, and his body was covered with blood.

This is exactly the important general of the Southern Army!

Several times before, he led the guards to rush forward, wielding an iron wedge bravely. Several times I almost impulsively rode the Jurchen armor array, but in the end he was repulsed, or even almost missed the formation, but was taken back by the personal guards, who sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives. Such a move also made Tete believe that this heavy general of the Southern Army wielding an iron mace was the soul of this Southern Army!

And at this time, the heavy general of the Southern Army rushed forward again. There are a lot fewer guards in front of him than before. It can be seen that after the Southern Army armor cavalry repeatedly rushed into battle, it was almost exhausted, and there was not much strength left!

As long as this important general of the Southern Army is killed, perhaps the offensive momentum of the Southern Army will no longer be sustainable. There is no longer the heart to fight to the death. Maybe it's like the last battle by the water's edge, thousands of so-called Fold Army who claimed to dare to fight suddenly became a self-collapse trend!

Kill him!

Tete took a deep breath, only to feel that the air with the strong smell of blood entering the lobes of his lungs was just a hot pain. Looking back left and right, he found that the array of his own Jurchen warriors had also withered. There were human corpses and horse corpses under his feet, and the dirty blood had already stained half of the horse's legs red. There are not many familiar faces in the past. Everyone looked sluggish, just looking at the wave of southern troops rushing up from the opposite side.

A Puliyan, who was known for his courage to fight, had a hole in his armor and waist, and his blue-gray intestines had flowed out, but he didn't know how he could still sit on a horse.

And on the periphery, the two-winged Jurchen rangers were still desperately trying to deal with those Song infantry troops, so that they could not be encircled. The reinforcements who crossed the river sporadically also cooperated outside. Arrows flew wildly, spears stabbed each other, and the same fight reached the most difficult and cruel time.

Can you kill this important general of the Southern Army? Will we be able to win this war?

Tete was too tired to think, so he could only subconsciously stare at the heavy general of the Southern Army who was rushing to kill, and the iron shovel had already been raised, and tightly held the blood-stained horse lance in his hand.

Gotta kill him! (To be continued......)